Cao Zhen turned his head to look at the Sword Immortal, and asked in a low voice, "Where is the Holy Land of the Murderous Night Clan? Is it far from here?"
"The Holy Land?" The Sword Immortal suddenly widened her eyes, filled with surprise, and said, "Taoist Ye, you better not think about the Holy Land. The guards there are at least twice as many as here, maybe even more."
Cao Zhen insisted, "Just tell me where the Holy Land is."
Seeing Cao Zhen's insistence, the Sword Immortal could only say, "Follow this path, keep going east for about twenty miles, there is a mountain, behind the mountain is the Holy Land."
"If that's the case, then just wait for the guards here to leave," said Cao Zhen, and quietly advanced towards the distance.
Twenty miles away, the distance was far enough, and more importantly, it was behind a mountain, so even if he flew, he wouldn't be seen.
